Last Thursday, Adam and I were not feeling exceptionally well and were having a "down day" when we were informed (last minute) of Trevor's football game all the way out at Lone Peak High School. Dying of boredom, we decided to go and watch. We scrambled about getting ready and left. I got lost. A couple times. Adam even had detailed directions. We got there 35 minutes late.
Tired, cranky, and sick we were ready to sit back, sip Dr. Pepper and enjoy the game... but that was not to be. Within minutes of sitting down, our Dr. Pepper was attacked by Killer Bees. Killer Bees that were also Dr. Pepper addicts. They ignored their potential victims and went straight for our drink. One even crawled right inside the can. Needless to say, we no longer wanted to sip from our nice, cold soda. I was not a happy individual. I hate bees. Really, really hate them. So, having them swarming around our feet freaked me out, and at one point, when one of them got especially close, I screamed. Adam, on the other hand was chuckling at my irrational terror, which frustrated me. I felt he should have swooped in and heroically kill the offending creatures with his gleaming white sword (that would have magically appeared). We moved. The Killer Bees stayed behind and happily sipped our Dr. Pepper and watched the game.
On another note, our downstairs neighbors (the ones with the cats that thought we narked on them) have moved out. Now we have a nice, middle aged lady who lives alone. No more night time screaming. No more cats, no more accusatory glares. We are happy.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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I understand Jenn. Myyyyy...lack of enthusiasm for bees, makes my heart go out to you.
I love honey, but I don't want to be part of the food that creates it.
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